The Tale of a Century \\ SoraMafu
He watched his silhouette from behind, the sun against his figure. It honestly made him look like... an angel.
"What do you keep trying to look for?" he spoke up, voice coming out louder than expected.
Mafu scoffed, a distasteful scoff, a spiteful scoff. And even though Soraru couldn't see the look on his face, he could guess.
"That's what I'd like to know."
What does it take to be family?
And what does it take to love?
Where exaclty does your home lie?
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